The soldier soldiered ever, ever onThrough trials harsh that crushed his fragile soul.His life he gave to serve a distant goal,A pointless quest. And he remained a pawnTo forces callous, cruel, and cold. From dawn‘Til dusk, he struggled on. There was no lull.His sacrifice was vain, but play the role He must, though hope had failed, though hope was gone.

In spite of this, the soldier strove and fought.But why? Tenacious, tough, though overtaxed,His grip on life endured. Not love, but hateSustained him through the wretched seasons fraughtwith war. But strange, today he looks relaxed.As if he merely waits to meet with fate.